. that's the way I eat it at home. It'll be like a picnic."Bob smiled and arranged the white boxes of food on the coffee table and then got forks and ...apkins. He brought over a bottle of wine and sat on a pillow next to Jenny. They were both wearing white robes and sat so that they could look out over the city.As Jenny began to eat she said, "Is that the Golden Gate Bridge?" No, that's the Bay Bridge. The Golden Gate Bridge is over there," Bob answered pointing to the south."God this is so. She helped me to deal with the strangeness of this new feeling I had acquired -- on the field -- when I was at the plate. It was a feeling that I had never experienced, before I'd gotten my face broken by a fastball.It still didn't feel like fear. I didn't feel like I was bailing out on the pitches, or flinching. But something was different, and, whatever it was, Sandy seemed to be the only antidote. When she was nearby, when I could think about her, back there behind me in the stands, the fear. More

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